like first name

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


bro i read nothing in my life

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hello reader,

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


1

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

we can only engage in such a way

send your tumblr

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

so an active mazelike process

Thank you, Jack